(It's all my fault...)
Blue shrugged without putting it in his mouth, nagging with a blue look in the cab.
Blue, who was transported to the hospital and stitched up his wound, had jumped out of the hospital without even asking for a doctor's stop and was on his way to the Snow Oka Institute.
(It's all my fault...)
Repeat the same words over and over again in your mind.
(I only acknowledge the affirmation. When denied, he rebels with all his might. I always want to do the opposite of what others want. He wants to go left with a spinal reflex if you say right)
Blue is the only man in the world who ever loved me. Words are burning in my brain. My own such a nasty saga led me to leave Viper's former place and drove my birth son to a death crisis in a painful phrase. I couldn't contain myself, so I'm about to lose everything.
"I don't know what's going on, but take care of yourself."
Eventually, the old bearded taxi driver called out.
"Didn't you realize it yourself? It's my fault. Even my fault, I was bumpy and squeaky. No, no, no, no. Excuse me."
It was blue, captured by guilt and self-blame, but the words of the taxi driver only made my feelings a little easier.
Now I just have to believe it. He is Junko Yukioka, who once resurrected his dead self. It must resuscitate Suke, too.
I got off the taxi, ran down to the basement of Candoville, and reached the lab, Blue.
The room that was put through was the same room where blue was once resurrected. Junko and True were waiting there. As usual, True is faceless, and Junko stretches out his smile and uncontrolled grin.
What about Susuke?
Blue asks, wanting to smile at Junko. I look at myself and laugh as loudly as an angel, so I don't think I've ever failed to resuscitate, I'm laughing because you helped Susuke -.
"Uh, I failed -. I'm sorry. If you get shot in the head, you'll die."
But Junko smiled and returned the worst answer. A girl in blue in front of me instantly became a demon from an angel.
"Why... how come I'm the only one alive and Susuke fails?
Blue shouts a trembling voice as she hits her bottomless gaze of hatred at Junko, who smiles and tells her softly.
"Hmm, I can't afford to resuscitate the dead. You were miraculously in a state of provisional death, thanks to Arlaune in your body. Ma, it's pathetic to disappoint you on that occasion, and I said I couldn't do it there, and it was a pain in the ass even if it made a scene, so I just appropriately contracted cheaply. hahaha......"
A blue flat hand struck Junko's cheek with a laugh.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Crying, he jumps at Junko, grabs his collar, and punches him with even flat hands. Before the true tried to move, Junko reached for the true and controlled the true movement. Truly look at it and just stare at the blue punching Junko in the face over and over on the spot.
"That girl is my treasure. Everything about me...... and yet! Why did God take that girl from me? Why did you bring me back to life? Why did she have to be your lab? Why would he have to be killed? It's all my fault! Because of me, she's hurt, she's hurt, she's like that, she kills me, and, you know, you do something! Because of me..."
After a single call, Blue nodded as if relieved, releasing Junko's collar and kneeling, dressed to nod his head on Junko's chest, leaking a whimper. Junko gently embraces that head with both hands.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Susuke... It was all my fault..."
"Right. I think it was all your fault."
Junko with a gentle voice as he strokes his blue head.
"If we can start over now, do it right? Don't hurt that kid. Wash your feet off the back street, even from your current job?
There's no way I can do that, but if it does, Blue thinks I want to.
"Hey, what do you think? Speak up and say it."
Junko still asks. Its tone is gentle, but the words you throw are a substitute for stroking the blue nerves. I just think I'm messing with myself.
"If I can start over, I will! If it comes back to life, I'll do anything! I'll never hurt that kid again!
Blue calling to a damned flavor.
"'Cause, Suke-san."
To Junko's words, Blue raises his face all the way, pointing ahead of Junko's gaze.
The wall goes up. I think I've seen the same sight before. At that time, there was a magic mirror at the end of the wall, and there was the appearance of Suke.
There was no magic mirror there. But there was an appearance of Suke as well. No, it's not the same. At that time, Misuke hadn't noticed herself, but now he obviously recognizes this one, turning his eyes to blue.
Blue to round your eyes for a moment. but he turned to a crying face again, and embraced his body more than he ran to his son.
"Mother... I'm sorry..."
"No...... It's all my fault, and I'm the bad one... Susuke doesn't care about anything... I'm the one... sorry."
Blue also apologizes with tears to Susuke, who apologizes with a ravaged voice.
"Well, it seems to point to a touching reunion, but I'll let you mess with your body, as promised, right?
Junko said to Blue.
"Because the cells of Arlaune will die as long as they can, and they will also lose the power to overattract the opposite sex. Finally, I wonder if it's okay for the genitals to be modified so that they don't work, except for someone who has serious romantic feelings. Well, Susuke, let me make sure you can't do your business anymore, okay? If you're serious about your vows right now, you can accept them, too."
"If you're serious about your vows, you don't even need to push them."
Until then, the silent truth pinches my mouth.
"That's how you get it. Accept it, either as a promise or as atonement"
Keeping Suke in his arms, Blue answers quietly.
"Are you serious?
Susuke asks the terrified blue.
"I mean it. And I'll put a bully on it."
With determination, Blue said to Suke.
"Good, you know, a happy ending is the best thing after all. Yeah, yeah."
That's all I'm saying, Junko turns her back on her cuddling parent and child and goes outside the room. I guess it's a concern to leave just the two of us alone for a while. I guess, and truly follow after that.
"I don't know if this game is my loss."
Junko mouths such a dialogue while walking down the hall.
Whatever is the loss, the truth is frustrating about that dialogue. In the end, Junko did what he wanted, and I couldn't spot Junko's aim, I just ended up emptying it. And yet with what do we lose?
"Wasn't the speculation in you that it was grass dew milk that made the viper? It's strange."
But I also feel like Junko is asking about it with a spinal reflex, so I try to bump the question off the hook.
"I didn't think there was any chance of milk at first. He doesn't have the original Arlaune, does he? Even the way Arlaune was intentionally inherited - if Milk had developed that much, he'd be presenting it at the International Conference of Mad Scientists. That was a coincidence. Finally, my head was too genetically captured by the original Arlaune. But you pinpointed it. [M] Honestly, I'm impressed."
"The way you put it, it sounds like I could have stumbled on ignorance. It's not that. I twisted my head and I thought desperately, and I got there."
True to think of myself with a flashing look in my head. Junko may be going to be following him, but this way he says it makes me feel sorry for him back.
"In fact, the luck part was huge too. Even if I hadn't called, Grass Dew Milk would have come out. There's no way I didn't see the ad you ran in the first place."
"Given that kid's personality, I don't think Viper was ever on his way to your rescue. I guess it's because True you made contact, huh? I wonder if True has been affected by your contact."
I don't know what is true, but I couldn't deny it any more because of the words of Junko, who knows milk very well in person. I'm not convinced or satisfied with it.
"And so. Viper, you shouldn't have known who made you. 'Cause when I know, I shy away from that person. Not to mention if it's still between my husband and me. If you don't, you don't. You just have to apologize later."
I truly thought that the unscrupulous logic around here seemed like Junko.
"You're twisted too. If I had been after this from the beginning, I would have cooperated."
Settled in the form of saving Blue and Suke, this result is not a coincidence. Junko would undoubtedly have moved assuming this muscle writing from the beginning.
I can't really predict whether Junko works good or evil at all because it's a whim, but I can only assume that there was a scenario that made Susuke look like he had died in front of Blue from the start because he kept Susuke waiting at the lab and remotely manipulated the meat doll that copied his appearance.
The mysterious raider seemed out of range of Junko's predictions, but even if it hadn't, it would have taken that form.
"It didn't all go as muscled. Yikes. Because this isn't what I was going to do from the beginning. When True pointed out that you couldn't get through, I thought that was true, and I wondered if it felt like a change of direction. That's why I ended up breaking it in your words."
"I knew it was almost from the beginning. First of all, it's not about winning or losing."
"No, no, don't you think that's a beauty story?
"Not at all"
Even if Junko's words are true, I'm not really sure why Junko changed his mind there. The whim around here is something we've been dating for years but don't understand.
But I think True is looking at Junko. Junko is a terrible evil man and a good man at the same time. Seems paradoxical, but it does.
I would guess how much distracting time I have walked in over a thousand years, with the shift in history, and how much I have seen with those red eyes - truly immeasurable that I have not lived in twenty years, but because I have lived too long, I have become a being that combines good and evil in an extreme way.
"I don't know how you became a bad girl, but I can't help but see the twist from the side, and I know you weren't like that."
In true words Junko smiles strangely after a moment of complexity.
"Well, try to change me as quickly as you want."
"I can't do it fast, but that's what I'm gonna do. I promise you this exchange."
Rarely did my true mouth loosen, for a moment but my smile spilled. It is not meant to be a joke or a light mouth, although it is about how many times it is interacted with. Every time I speak, thoughts similar to fighting spirit swirl through my chest.